Inside the Mochi Academy, there are six classrooms located along the long corridor.

At this time, outside the school, autumn leaves were flying all over the sky, and the open space below was crowded with students from various halls.

However, all the people were silent at this moment, and even their breathing was deliberately suppressed...

They opened their eyes wide and looked silently at the original body of the woman in Confucian robes who was still standing in the distance.

Just a few breaths ago, an identical woman in Confucian robes walked out of her body, with a pair of snow-white eyes, and headed south with great force.

Meng Zhengjun frowned tightly, his eyes fixed on the direction where the being that looked like a Nascent Soul but wasn't a Nascent Soul was leaving.

In theory, flying is prohibited in the academy. The rules are very strict. Even she, the head of etiquette, and even the deputy principals cannot violate them.

but.

That snow-eyed Zhu Yourong just walked away in a swagger as if nothing had happened.

The ancient magic array restrictions that enveloped the academy did not stop it at all.

Because...she has a 'cheerful style'.

Seeing it is like seeing a gentleman.

Therefore, the woman in Confucian robes who had been gracefully bowing in front of Meng Zhengjun a few breaths ago suddenly exploded in anger as if a bottle of gunpowder had been ignited, and Meng Zhengjun was unable to chase after her immediately.

That was because of the academy's restrictions and rules, and also...she was also a half-step Nascent Soul, but she wasn't as 'generous' as a certain young lady.

It can condense the Nascent Soul and leave the body thousands of miles away.

It's simply... outrageous.

Meng Zhengjun's eyelids twitched suddenly, he retracted his gaze and turned back suddenly.

"Zhu Weirui, calm down! What's going on? This is a school. This is just nonsense. It's useless for anyone to come today. Give me an explanation!"

Meng Zhengjun shouted softly, and his figure flashed and appeared in front of Zhu Yourong where his physical body remained.

The woman in Confucian robes had long black hair cascading down her back. She lowered her head and stared blankly at her clenched right fist, as if there was something hidden in this small fist that she dared not face.

"You want...an explanation?"

The woman in the Confucian robe was about to fall, she murmured softly, and suddenly raised her head:

"Meng Zhengjun, I want you to give me an explanation! As the head of Mochi School, you led the team down the mountain and had the responsibility to protect the students, but you were arrogant and neglected your duties!!"

Zhu Yourong gritted her teeth, waved her jade hand, and pushed away Meng Zhengjun who was standing in a daze in front of her.

The woman's black hair was like a waterfall, her eyes were slightly red, and she grabbed the hem of her snow-white shirt that was in the way of mopping the floor, and she hurried along the straight corridor towards a certain place in the Mochi Academy...

The previous image of an elegant, intellectual and graceful lady has now disappeared without a trace.

This is very rare and rude in the academy where every move is based on conventions.

“You…you said…”

Meng Zhengjun stood there in a daze, slowly retracting his outstretched hand, his head full of doubts.

"Arrogant and derelict in duty..."

The old-fashioned and serious lady suddenly turned around and glanced at the returning crowd, only one person was missing. The next moment, she seemed to think of something and woke up. Then she quickly took out a warning object that had no response from her sleeve.

“Isn’t it… bad?”

Meng Zhengjun frowned, turned around instantly, and immediately followed the back of a woman in Confucian clothes who was running forward recklessly.

The two sides of the Mochi Corridor are covered with golden sunset.

After the two female teachers left in a hurry, the atmosphere became quiet for a while.

After a while, they withdrew their curious, puzzled or complicated gazes.

The crowd of students who watched the entire process had countless glances at each other and noisy discussions that could not be suppressed.

"Is this really the elegant and casual orchid that taught us calligraphy in the past... Mr. Zhu?"

Some students who had long admired and paid attention to Mr. Lanhua could not help but murmur.

"Nonsense, this cannot be false." A student interrupted.

"But...what exactly is going on? Mr. Zhu and Mr. Meng are arguing. And Mr. Zhu...is so anxious."

Everyone started murmuring, and an atmosphere of doubt and confusion filled the crowd.

However, there are also some students who are born with noble backgrounds and extraordinary knowledge who can't help but wonder about other things.

"Was that... Kuaizai Feng just now? Did I see it right?"

"Autumn leaves are floating all over the ground, and the books of sages are turning. Yes, it is the joyful spirit of a gentleman." A steady student nodded in affirmation.

"Isn't Mr. Zhu just a first-class Confucian scholar, and not awarded the title of gentleman? Isn't this noble and rare Kuaizai Feng only bestowed by us Confucian gentlemen by the Confucian Temple? It's the same as the Taoist purple air. Is this Kuaizai Feng hers?"

"Hey, a gentleman is quick-tempered? There is such a saying. I have never heard of it before. Can you brothers explain it in detail?"

Among the crowd, some curious students heard the words and asked the people who had just spoken curiously.

The latter smiled and waved their hands, then continued to tell a few more things they had heard from others, all kinds of miraculous uses, and everyone was amazed...

At this time, in front of the crowd, Yu Huaijin, Gu Yiwu, Han Wenfu and other seniors from three schools frowned and turned back, glanced at the students who were discussing behind them, but did not say anything.

The students of Mo Chi were young and fond of fun. Seeing that their seniors were still there, they did not leave for a while and began to talk about what had just happened with great relish.

Among the crowd in front of Suixing Hall, the tall Xiao Hongyu asked in confusion:

"Mr. Zhu is already halfway to becoming a Nascent Soul, right? Can he also condense a Nascent Soul? And can he leave his body at will?"

She was interested in spiritual practice, and as a royal lady living at the foot of the mountain, she had been studying ancient spiritual practice texts since she was young, and had memorized the realm systems of various practitioners.

On the contrary, he discovered the problem faster than these students who came from immortal families and were accustomed to the strange things happening in the mountains.

After hearing this, all the students woke up.

"Yes, Mr. Zhu, this is... Hey, is it the Nascent Soul, or the Yang Shen body formed by a special secret technique? Or is it an illusion?"

One student patted his chest and swore, "In my opinion, this power is undoubtedly that of a Nascent Soul. In the past festivals and ceremonies in the city, I have seen the former patriarchs of several of the top families in Duyou City, who also attended the Qionghua Banquet with their Nascent Souls out of their bodies. Their power was no different from that of Mr. Zhu just now."

The students felt proud to hear this.

The great Confucian monk who was at the sixth level of Nascent Soul Stage was almost walking sideways on the Wangquezhou Mountain. If he did not have the identity of a Confucian, he could have founded his own school.

Even the mayor of Duyou City has to call such a female Yuanying master "little master".

But at this time, a calm student who ranked among the top in the cultivation hall behind Han Wenfu curled his lips in disdain and said, "What nonsense! Golden Core, Half-step Nascent Soul or Nascent Soul, for a little Fuyao like you, aren't their power the same? How can an ant tell the height of a mountain when looking at it..."

The student who patted his chest: “???”

The students started arguing.

Han Wenfu glanced at Yu Huaijin who was frowning and silent beside him, then turned back to maintain order among the crowd and suppress the quarrel.

The students began to talk about it again, and their attention was temporarily diverted.

Yu Huaijin still stood straight with his hands clenched, quietly where he was, staring with a frown in the direction the two gentlemen left.

This direction... they seemed to have gone to Tingchaoxuan on the back mountain of the academy.

The old priest, who was mysteriously confident in his fishing and chess skills, liked to invite some old friends to fish and play chess there... It was like an activity center for the middle-aged and elderly in the Mochi Academy...

The teacher's reaction... He even used all the power and hurried on his way... Did something happen to him?

A certain old-fashioned girl looked into the distance with a hint of worry in her eyes.

She wanted to follow the two gentlemen to find out what was going on, but she hesitated several times and finally decided not to follow them.

Yu Huaijin turned around and prepared to disperse the classmates at Ruexing Hall with other seniors, but when he turned his attention back, he heard the students in the crowd arguing.

She paused and sighed inwardly.

The teacher is indeed a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator.

In theory, a Half-Step Nascent Soul cultivator is between the Golden Core Stage and the true Nascent Soul Stage, with the Nascent Soul in his body still inside that 'cracked' Golden Core and has not yet been fully born.

Even the half-step Nascent Soul cultivator himself does not know the 'Nascent Soul appearance' hidden inside it.

If you knew.

Then it wouldn't just be half a step to Nascent Soul, it would complete the last step to perfect promotion...

However, Yu Huaijin knew that the beautiful figure with snowy eyes that had just left the body and flew away with the wind was at this moment her teacher's Nascent Soul, but not her Nascent Soul.

In other words, it was once the Nascent Soul.

And now, it has a pair of snow-white eyes, as if the whites of the eyes are completely occupied, and there is no vitality in them.

…

It's like a painted dragon without the finishing touch.

This is the teacher's own choice...

And Teacher Zhu's Snow-Eyed Yuanying can even travel thousands of miles and ride the wind south.

Because of that rare and magical wind.

This is also the most famous item among the "Confucian gentleman's items" on the mountain.

What exactly is so mysterious about it is unknown to outsiders.

Because even within the Confucian school, those who can possess it are all Confucian scholars at the gentleman level...

Like most Confucianists in the world, everyone only knows:

The gentleman's things are like fish in water to the Confucian monks.

At this moment, in the Mo Chi Academy, at the front of the crowd of people who were confused and arguing, a certain old-fashioned girl stood with her hands down, looking down, and remained silent.

Just as the crowd was getting louder.

Gu Yiwu, who was very skilled in poisonous milk, was facing south, frowning and scratching his head, thinking hard.

"Mr. Zhu said that Mr. Meng neglected his duties... and he also mentioned 'he'..."

The burly scholar suddenly clenched his fist and pounded his palm, his eyes wide as big as copper bells:

"Oh no, something happened to Ziyu! No wonder Mr. Zhu said Meng Xuezheng was negligent. It was because of him that he stayed in Dali... that something happened!!"

He suddenly realized and exclaimed.

A loud, rough voice echoed throughout the venue.

The noisy and talking crowd suddenly quieted down.

Did Zhao Ziyu from Ruexingtang who didn't come back immediately get into trouble at the foot of the mountain?

Countless different eyes gradually gathered on the burly scholar in the front row who was stamping his feet and turning around anxiously.

"It's over, it's over. I just promised Mr. Meng that Tzuyu was fine, but... it's over. In Tzuyu's words, I think I lost his milk..."

Gu Yiwu and the other students from the Justice Hall around him were suddenly filled with anxiety and worry, like ants on a hot pan, not knowing what to do.

"This...what should we do? What happened to Ziyu? He was fine before he sent us back this afternoon. We agreed that we would slap the faces of those idiots from other schools together when he comes back. Why did he..."

The air in the whole venue seemed to freeze a little and become quieter.

Han Wenfu and other students from the academy: “……???”

Good fellow, you are plotting loudly? And you are calling me a big fool? What are you doing here?

Some students couldn't help but twitch their lips.

They are indeed good classmates in the school.

Yu Huaijin and other students of Ruxingtang were also speechless, but based on their experience, they were quite sure that this was most likely what a young Confucian scholar said.

"Zi Yu... Zi Yu... should be fine, should be fine... No, it's you who must be in trouble! I... I Gu Yiwu said so!" A burly scholar ignored the silent crowd, muttering something poisonous while leading the students of the Hall of Justice away in a hurry.

At this moment, the students who were digesting the news of someone's death suddenly recalled the fierce reaction of a certain elegant lady in scholarly attire not long ago...

The air on the field.

It's even quieter.

…

A lake on the back mountain of Mochi Academy.

There is a two-story pavilion with waterside pavilion.

There is a plaque with the name Tingchaoxuan.

On the second floor, two old men were leisurely playing chess while enjoying the beautiful scenery of lake and mountains.

At a certain moment, above the six schools in the distance, a rather conspicuous figure in a snow-white Confucian robe rose up, with her long sleeves and long black hair flying, and flew southward with the wind.

Beside the chessboard, the old man holding the white piece raised his head and took a look at this scene which was not in accordance with etiquette in the academy.

The second floor was quiet.

The old chief priest of the academy who was holding the white pieces withdrew his gaze and looked at the old man holding the black pieces opposite him who was concentrating on playing chess with his head down, without saying anything.

Because the old man opposite has the most reason.

He has the final say.

The old man holding the black pieces made his move quietly without looking up.

Mr. Meng, the chief priest, smiled.

The chess skills of these two old guys are really a match made in heaven...

The old priest sighed with emotion.

Then he picked up a white piece at random from the chess box, looked at an empty space on the chessboard that he liked, and placed it down with great momentum.

Continue to meet chess friends.

After a moment.

A woman in a Confucian robe with long hair like a waterfall and a serious and old-fashioned woman with a solemn face rushed into the quiet pavilion and went straight to the second floor.

Another moment passed.

The old chief priest Meng, with a worried and frowning Meng Zhengjun, walked down the waterside pavilion and left Tingchaoxuan, not interfering in other people's family affairs.

Second floor.

Only a woman in Confucian clothes with slightly red eyes and a stern old man who was lowering his head to clean up the chessboard were left.

The former turned his head away, looking at the lake outside the pavilion, and did not look at the latter.

The woman rubbed her slightly red eyes with the back of her hand, as if there was sand in them, and she rubbed them silently.

Don't speak.

The stern old man, who always made the little girl in blue feel scared every time they met, packed up the chessboard, covered the black and white chess box, took out a newly bought chess manual from his sleeve, and lowered his head to read it carefully.

Don't speak either.

After a while.

She spoke first.

"Save him."

The air on the second floor was quiet.

"Save who."

"he."

The stern old man, who had met Zhao Rong once before when he first came to the waterside pavilion, lowered his head and turned another page of the chess manual.

"Who is he?"

The woman was silent.

About ten breaths later.

"I am...a student," she said.

Then, Mr. Zhu, who cares about his students, took a deep breath and said calmly:

"Zhao Rong, a student of Ruxing Hall, Zhao Ziyu. Please help me check...his scholar jade pendant."

"allow."

The old man nodded and closed the chess book...